Worldwide (LP Version) Lyrics
| Song | Worldwide (LP Version) |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Skull & Bones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1：sen-dog | |
| You better hope i'm chained up, shackled with a yard | |
| I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech | |
| Wreck fools when i disconnect, make you sweat | |
| Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance | |
| Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries | |
| Fool what? you ain't got nothin' to say | |
| I been backin' up east side la, all day | |
| Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex | |
| Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in wessex | |
| The hardcore shit, i know you like it raw | |
| 'cause ain't no other dog breakin' the last straw | |
| Chorus (2x): b-real | |
| You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga | |
| 'cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh, | |
| Can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us? | |
| Cypress hill, worldwide, los angeles | |
| Verse 2: sen-dog | |
| I don't bark, i just bite, mangle and maim niggas up | |
| Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up | |
| Fool, now you tremblin', i give you three seconds | |
| To break out before you resemblin' a dead man | |
| A hole through your headband | |
| My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk | |
| Cypress hill worldwide, you just a local | |
| Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal | |
| You don't want that strap on my hip | |
| To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip | |
| I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom | |
| Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| (br) bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride | |
| I take money-money, make dummies all night | |
| Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic | |
| When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic | |
| (sd) we choose a life right, we roll with crew tight | |
| See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel | |
| Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray | |
| You forget me and i'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory | |
| Remember me now, cypress hill soldier | |
| Up and down the boulevard, big money folder | |
| You bring descr ipt sequence with no defense | |
| The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' | |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1: sendog | |
| You better hope i' m chained up, shackled with a yard | |
| I' ll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech | |
| Wreck fools when i disconnect, make you sweat | |
| Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance | |
| Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries | |
| Fool what? you ain' t got nothin' to say | |
| I been backin' up east side la, all day | |
| Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex | |
| Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in wessex | |
| The hardcore shit, i know you like it raw | |
| ' cause ain' t no other dog breakin' the last straw | |
| Chorus 2x: breal | |
| You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga | |
| ' cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh, | |
| Can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us? | |
| Cypress hill, worldwide, los angeles | |
| Verse 2: sendog | |
| I don' t bark, i just bite, mangle and maim niggas up | |
| Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up | |
| Fool, now you tremblin', i give you three seconds | |
| To break out before you resemblin' a dead man | |
| A hole through your headband | |
| My gat' s in my right hand, my plug' s in my left hand, punk | |
| Cypress hill worldwide, you just a local | |
| Don' t anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal | |
| You don' t want that strap on my hip | |
| To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip | |
| I' m buckin' at the room soon to the boom | |
| Fuckin' with your head like the ' shroom you consume | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| br bitches, you' re all thickeyed, a weak ride | |
| I take moneymoney, make dummies all night | |
| Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic | |
| When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic | |
| sd we choose a life right, we roll with crew tight | |
| See the light at the end of a tunnel a gat barrel | |
| Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray | |
| You forget me and i' ll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory | |
| Remember me now, cypress hill soldier | |
| Up and down the boulevard, big money folder | |
| You bring descr ipt sequence with no defense | |
| The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' | |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1: sendog | |
| You better hope i' m chained up, shackled with a yard | |
| I' ll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech | |
| Wreck fools when i disconnect, make you sweat | |
| Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance | |
| Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries | |
| Fool what? you ain' t got nothin' to say | |
| I been backin' up east side la, all day | |
| Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex | |
| Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in wessex | |
| The hardcore shit, i know you like it raw | |
| ' cause ain' t no other dog breakin' the last straw | |
| Chorus 2x: breal | |
| You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga | |
| ' cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh, | |
| Can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us? | |
| Cypress hill, worldwide, los angeles | |
| Verse 2: sendog | |
| I don' t bark, i just bite, mangle and maim niggas up | |
| Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up | |
| Fool, now you tremblin', i give you three seconds | |
| To break out before you resemblin' a dead man | |
| A hole through your headband | |
| My gat' s in my right hand, my plug' s in my left hand, punk | |
| Cypress hill worldwide, you just a local | |
| Don' t anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal | |
| You don' t want that strap on my hip | |
| To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip | |
| I' m buckin' at the room soon to the boom | |
| Fuckin' with your head like the ' shroom you consume | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| br bitches, you' re all thickeyed, a weak ride | |
| I take moneymoney, make dummies all night | |
| Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic | |
| When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic | |
| sd we choose a life right, we roll with crew tight | |
| See the light at the end of a tunnel a gat barrel | |
| Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray | |
| You forget me and i' ll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory | |
| Remember me now, cypress hill soldier | |
| Up and down the boulevard, big money folder | |
| You bring descr ipt sequence with no defense | |
| The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' | |
| Chorus |
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